


All in a Day's Work

by PeachesofThicc



Category: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
Genre: Aftercare, Bi-Curiosity, Body Worship, Bottom Sylvain Jose Gautier, Breeding, Cock Slut, Cock Warming, Cock Worship, Daddy Kink, Dirty Talk, Eggpreg, Frottage, Large Nabatean Cock, M/M, Male Lactation, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mildly Dubious Consent, Multiple Orgasms, Name-Calling, Oviposition, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Scars, Slut Shaming, Tears, Top Seteth (Fire Emblem)
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-10-02
Updated: 2020-10-02
Packaged: 2021-03-07 21:42:08
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,009
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26754490
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/PeachesofThicc/pseuds/PeachesofThicc
Summary: Written for Kinktober 2020, specifically for nishtabel! This for day 1: Lactation!-Seteth is trying to get some work done, but a certain someone is attempting to stop him from doing so! Even though he wasn't expecting Sylvain to be there, not only that, being kissed by him as well! He didn't expect to start questioning his sexuality nor go into heat! Now he has to figure out how to deal with his heat and his burgeoning love for Sylvain... and he knows that it's going to end quite pleasurably, too. After all, he has been single all this time, so why not indulge a little?
Relationships: Sylvain Jose Gautier/Seteth
Comments: 2
Kudos: 33





	All in a Day's Work

Having been working obsessively for the archbishop, the right-hand man groaned as he could feel how heavy his chest had been. Particularly his pecs. Nabateans had  _ intriguing  _ terms in regards to biology. Males can easily, besides just impregnating fellow Nabateans and humans, can also lactate. Which his wife discovered one night when they were to have Flayn, and it helped his wife recover after the difficult birth of their child. He was embarrassed by that fact though, so he never really told her. There was no need to. Working away at his office, with closed doors, his quill scrawling signature after signature, attempting to keep himself calm. He rarely used his Nabatean form, and if he did, it was an extreme circumstance forcing him to do so. But he kept this form because it was the form that his wife had loved so much.

Being so engrossed in his work, as he was writing up papers in negotiations to get to find ways into Enbarr without any trouble, he ripped the paper in half with the quill as there was a knock. Who in the goddess’ name could be here at this hour? It was around dinner time, so everyone should be there by now. That was why he was hoping to wrap up some work and then spend some time with Flayn before going to bed. That was the plan at the very least.

A sigh escapes from his lips when he finally says, “Come in. The door is unlocked.”

What greeted him was a surprise to the system. Sylvain Jose Gautier, in the flesh, willingly coming towards him. That… that is abnormal. More than that, it was out of character for him. Ever since he had returned to the monastery for that five-year promise, he had grown in… unexpected ways. He didn’t have any armor on, and normally that armor was to highlight his crotch. His eyes were hungrily searching for something. So incredibly ridiculous. Certainly, he would complain about some woman and he would have to talk to her and learn that Sylvain was the cause of her woes.

“Why hello there, Seteth. How are you doing this lovely evening?” Sylvain purrs, shutting the door behind him and leaning on his desk.

Seteth blankly stares. “I am fine. Doing paperwork. What do you want this time? If it’s about some other girl, then that’s your fault entirely and you need to…”

His lecture was interrupted with a kiss from Sylvain, and his inner instinct was to  _ shove  _ him. Not only that, Sylvain was much younger than him. He was an older man, he had been married, there was no way anyone - especially  _ this  _ individual - would replace his wife. Seteth nearly bit at the invading tongue, feeling his skin crawl and heat up. There was no way he was into someone as crass and womanizing as him. Not to mention he hadn’t ever been kissed by anyone other than his late wife. There were a mixture of feelings that he couldn’t place. His heat… shit, if Sylvain discovered he was Nabatean, there would be no end to him being clamored at and viewed as some exotic creature. Which he did his damnedest for the sake of his beloved daughter. They had discussed at length in order to keep their actual relationship as father and child a secret, only Rhea, Byleth, and Flayn truly knew of this.

“Ohhh, how  _ mean _ … you know, if you attempt to keep pushing everyone away, you’ll never get married~” The redhead remarks casually, licking his lips. “If you’re so stressed you can let it out on me.”   
  
“What are you saying?! You may have graduated from the academy, but I’m not going to risk my job for you. I’m working to finding Rhea, and if you get in the way of that...” Narrowing his eyes, Seteth was about ready to call the knights to deal with this, only to realize they were all out to dinner. Well Sothis be damned. He was in trouble. 

Sylvain hums as he goes back over to the door and he locks it, his shoulders glistening with sweat under the lighting. That muscle shirt was way too good on him. He then walks back over to him and sits in his lap, his hand going up to his chin. “Come on… you and I both know what we want. You’re facing scum like me, and yet… your lies are so paper thin. Maybe that’s why you rip the paper so easily~”

Given yet another kiss, Seteth grunts. Shit, his heat cycle was kicking in and his nipples were about to… oh. He felt hands against his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “Why do you want  **_me_ ** of all people? I thought you liked women.”

“I’m not allowed to be curious? To plunge into the wild side? I thought the doctrine of Sothis isn’t against one exploring themselves as long done safely~” Feeling up his chest, there were dark circles dampening against his clothes. “Mmm… it seems like you’re hiding secrets, Mr. Archbishop’s right hand~”

As his face became blanched, he felt his cock getting harder when his nipples were getting rubbed. “Please… don’t tell anyone.”

“Ohhhh, Seteth, dear Seteth. I won’t tell a soul. I have a few conditions though if you don’t mind hearing me out.”

“What is it?”

“Daddy kink. Plus I can tell you’re lactating, so I want in on that. And of course, breeding me like the slut I am. Oh, if you’re worried about calling me a slut, I enjoy it. If we do this, have some nightly trysts, I can change your mind… make you all mine to have for myself!”

“...Fine. I can agree to it. You better keep your promise. If you break it? You’re going to regret it, Gautier.”

“Ohhh, daddy, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

That tore it. Whatever sense of control he had, he had thrown all the paperwork to the side. He doesn’t need this. He doesn’t need anything else but the promise of Sylvain being his willing lover for the whole night. Nobody would be by for a couple of hours, so he had enough time to fill him up with cum and then finish up his paperwork. He would have to apologize profusely to his dear daughter, the light of his life, that he was breaking his promise to her. He would catch her one of the finest fish in the monastery’s lake if he had to in order to make her happy, no matter how many times those fish attempted to bite at his crotch. Seeing that prideful smirk from the younger, as he knew he had won against him, almost like it was a battle of attrition. He wouldn’t deny that he had some curiosity with Sylvain, why he would risk himself so often with random village girls outside the monastery that he could have knocked up if he wasn’t careful. Yet miraculously that never happened. Either the goddess is watching out for him or for the girls, although he hoped beyond hope it was the latter. He didn’t want Sylvain to be a parent at his age. Parenting was a stressful time and…

Fuck, he was grinding against his crotch. It felt so good, to have someone tend to his dick in this manner. He masturbated in the dead of night often, but it never felt enough. It wasn’t the same as having his wife tend to him and suck him dry. He let out a groan as he felt Sylvain’s clothed dick frot against his own. 

“Daddy you aren’t allowed to think of anyone else now… I want you to fuck me. Why must you ignore your precious darling?” Sylvain licks his lips as he continues. “Ooooh, fuck daddy… your cock must be so backed up. You didn’t masturbate today, did you?”

Biting his lower lip, Seteth let out a hissed no, as his newest lover had gotten to work undoing his pants, and whistling at the sight of him. It was a large, nine-inches, getting closer to ten, cock and it was a genuine, ribbed Nabatean cock. Many Nabatean men prided on having such tools at their disposal. It was why there was always a huge orgy party at some point when they were much younger and foolish. He had attended one party or two, but never felt really invested in this. Sexual intercourse was on the lowest aspect of the list, it was something that he wouldn’t really think of until now. It was different now that Sylvain came into the picture. He craved for him for the longest of times but never knew how to approach these budding emotions that now he must confront.

“Yummy~ I’ve tried many cocks on the side, but I’ve never seen a beauty like yours. You spoiling me, daddy...” Sylvain coos, as he was licking around each ribbed edge of his cock.

It made Seteth wonder what sort of issues Sylvain had underneath. “Yes… that’s it. Keep going. You better not stop.”

With a wink, he unhinged his mouth and was sucking him down a bit and moaned as the ribbed cock grazed at his throat. He looked so pretty under his thumb. Was this what it was like to actually enjoy himself? For some reason, his mind immediately went to thinking of Sylvain sucking some cocks at a rancid backroom somewhere. Slutting himself out for attention that he had never been given. Seeping jealousy came through as he was nearly making him choke on his cock. Witnessing drool and spit on his cock gave him carnal pleasure that he felt. Sucking his cock for the rest of his days sounds perfect… submissive and small, begging for more of his cum… Whining if they disconnected and had to do their sworn duties. That alone made his cock throb and some precum had flooded his mouth. 

Tugging his hair a bit roughly, he growls. “You’re  _ mine _ , Gautier. Slutting yourself out to others isn’t allowed.”

Coming off his cock and swallowing the pre, he chuckles, wiping off the remainder that surrounded his lips. “Is daddy jealous that I’m so popular~?”

“Don’t deny it, you little whore. You go around and do tricks, breaking hearts left and right… I’m going to breed you into submission… So much that you’re addicted to me alone!” Seteth’s lips twisted into a snarl and seeing Sylvain shaking, whether out of desire or innate fear, he didn’t care which, it pushed him to kiss him, hard. Their lips were going to bruise each other, a darker nature starting to come forth, his cycle fully set in. He was going to breed and lay an egg in him. When it came to his wife, it was easy to incubate Flayn because they were of the opposite sex, though in cases of the same sex, men were an interesting situation. Lacking the particular aspects that would be best to rear a child, it might be difficult to lay eggs in someone like Sylvain. 

Doesn’t mean he couldn’t  **_attempt_ ** it though…

“Hahhhn, daddy… you caught me red-handed… I love it when you scold me… You’re so intimidating and powerful and I just can’t help myself! I want to make you mine, so won’t you ruin me for everyone else?” Sylvain said after they separated from the kiss, saliva was still connecting them somewhat.

Brushing aside his hair, revealing his pointy ears… he smirked. Chills were rushing throughout his body, as they finally made eye contact. There was silence between them. After all, he had never shown this side to anyone outside of those in the know. So Sylvain’s shock coloring his face so prettily made him close to continuing it to be done with it. “Well, then. Let me make your wish come true. Sit on my desk. I’ll pop a few eggs in you… see how you look, filled with my young.”

“You’re… a Nabatean? That means you and Flayn are…” Putting a finger to his lips, he hushed him quietly, his canine teeth coming forth.

“Do you want to focus on me telling you stories or me filling you up with eggs? Which would you rather prefer?”

“...Eggs. Fill me with eggs… Seteth.”

A hum came from him as he had helped him to remove his pants, and that he was the type of knight who didn’t dress completely in armor for dinner. He didn’t get why everyone did it. Without much fanfare, he had removed the top half of his outfit, showing his nipples were puffy and irritated, and hadn't been milked in a long, long while. Nabateans were built in a specific way to breed others. In case of the absence or death of the mother during childbirth, male Nabateans can raise the young for their loved ones, as a way to serve in their memories. Or, in this case, if the lover was male and unable to produce milk, but able to give birth to the young. He laughs a little, as the other was rather dumbfounded. He had placed him on the table, letting Sylvain sit there, his clothes being left on the chair. His fangs became much more pronounced, as his fingers became much sharper, easier to leave marks behind on his new lover. 

It had been years since he had done this. Like the holidays had come early for him. Thankfully there was no need for words as he saw Sylvain’s top come off rather easily. His pecs were quite lovely, and there was plenty of hair, along with scars. They both had plenty of those. But he had a feeling some scars were more sensitive than others, so he laid kiss upon kiss from his collarbone to any scar that was there. 

“Don’t worry, Sylvain. I’m here.” Seteth’s hushed whisper earned him not only a kiss, but the sight of his beloved’s cock growing to full mast. 

“Mmm, I know, daddy. I gotta relieve you of your stress and milk~” Latching on, Sylvain sucked so hard that nearly made Seteth cum on the spot. 

Throwing his head back, relishing the moment, he exclaims, “Fucking Sothis, Sylvain, warn me prior to you… hhh…”

If there was any way to bonk Sylvain for acting up, he would, but his lips felt so divine on his nipples, sucking all that milk in him without a care in the world. He was almost angry that he didn’t do this earlier with him. He noted that his teeth were quite active when he was suckling down his milk. Before he could really scold him, he cummed all over Sylvain’s chest and rather meaty looking thighs. It was a nice release unlike anything else, him coated with his semen. It almost made him look like a rose showered in the morning dew. Subsequently, there was some cum drizzled onto his lower half, making him look particularly lewd. His balls sloshed with seed, wanting to fill up someone with his love tonight. His cock becoming sensitive from orgasm, his muscles loosening and being able to express his body openly to someone.

He sunk his teeth into Sylvain’s shoulder, going to leave plenty of bite marks so everyone knows that Sylvain was his mate and nobody else. It was a selfish thing to do. He wanted to make him pleased, and the crowning achievement of any Nabatean male was to make their mate bear their mark for several days. To have people ask who they had been sleeping with. Seteth’s fangs would leave plenty of indents on his flesh, careful to not draw blood. Damaging the flesh of his partner was never his intentions. Even though his heat was screaming to ensure that Sylvain never slept with anyone again, to make all the women look at him with disgust and any potential men see him as taken.

The best part of it was observing him moan and groan into his tits, a mixture of taking in milk and attempting to not choke. Having his fingers dig into his back, Seteth ensured that he did the same to Sylvain, to make him bear those marks, and unlike the scars, they would be ones out of love and affection. His cock had to be lined up in order to fully breed his ass, too. Using all his upper strength, he had slipped in rather easily, with or without the saliva, it was clear that he was plenty spacious. Must have gone around with toys or was having fun around with someone else. That he couldn’t abide. Tolerate. It was a strange thing, seeing him in his arms and now he was relishing it all.

Gulping down the milk, licking at the liquid that flowed, he whines, “Daddy, fuck the stars out of me already. I wanna have your eggs, Seteth~”

“You’re so demanding… who raised you to be such an utter brat? I ought to make sure that you never defy me again.” Punctuating this, he was thrusting immediately inside of him to earn howls of pleasure. Stars above, if Sothis did truly create this man, he would have to thank her profusely for this. He was glad that his ass was opened up for him, otherwise he would be dealin with taking him to the infirmary and healing him on his own… 

Breed. Breed.  **_Breed!_ ** His thoughts scream, already a flood gate of cum coming through. Damn the desk, damn anyone who breaks down the door! He was going to have his way. Flayn was a lovely child indeed, but having another child would be nice. Just someone to raise when she left the nest at last. And now he was going to fulfill it. With Sylvain, it would be all possible. Each thrust made the desk below shake, and even though Rhea says that he could count on the sturdiness of this handiwork, it wouldn’t be the first that he came to her telling that he broke another desk. Nabatean strength and all. It wasn’t  _ his  _ fault necessarily… sometimes it happened to end up like that. Glancing up at him, he noticed how Sylvain’s eyes were already crossing and he was babbling incoherent nonsense. Well, a cock that was absolutely wrecking one’s system would do that to almost anyone. As long as he behaved, he would be perfect to breed. A cute little submissive that wasn’t able to ignore the calling of a ribbed cock like his. No other man on this planet would be able to provide that for him.

Those beautiful brownish-amber irises were hazy, tears soaking his face and his tongue hanging out like a dog panting in heat. “Oh my goddess, Seteth… fuuuuuuuuuck, your cock…. Haaaa… your cock… knock me up, baby… make me your incubator~”

“You talk too much! Less talk, more moaning. Or would you like to stop for the night?” Whines of complaint were coming but Seteth relished this and had a toothy grin. “I could plug your ass with one of my vibrators and give a cock ring to you and you should be fine for a few days…”   
  
Clinging onto his chest and playing with his nipples, damn, Sylvain was good at finding weak points, “Noooooo, please daddy, no, I’ll be good!!’

“Aww, as long as you understand your position, sweetie. I’ll relent. Because here comes… fuck, here’s my first load of the night! Take it all, every last drop stays inside you!”

Like a geyser, he ejaculated directly inside Sylvain’s ass, which blessed him with an earth-shattering scream from the recipient… The desk below was going to have to be cleaned up indefinitely, with his beloved cumming at the same time as him. Romantic as it was, it would be a bitch to clean up later. Maybe he could make him clean it up with his tongue as he plowed his ass again? Reminding him of his place, of how he was going to be a cock slut for the rest of his mortal days. That made him decide that forget stopping, he needed to wreck Sylvain to the point… well, he didn’t know how far he could go, he wouldn’t necessarily harm him. He craves for his love and attention. In fact, it made him fall for Sylvain rather easily, huh? He took advantage of his loneliness and filled his heart with this craving that he couldn’t deny.

Surely some eggs have gone in there, but he had to make sure that he had to keep going. Nabatean eggs were fragile, and some clutches made it, while others didn’t. It was unfortunately a cycle. From what he heard from other men talking, such as Alois and Jeralt, human biology can be quite fragile. Quantity was one thing, quality was another. So lots of ejaculate had to happen in order to ensure that at least one egg makes it. It was rare if there were two or three eggs within a clutch that successfully made it.

“You look so perfect… our family will be growing together… are you prepared for fatherhood?” Seteth whispers into his ear.

“Y...Yes… oooh… I’m feeling so full… please…”

“Please what?”

“Cum in me some more~”

“You naughty boy, one load is not enough, hm?”   


“Nu-uhhhh..”

“How many more? How many would you like? Would you like… two more…?”

Unable to get an answer, he assumed it was the latter. It was much easier to breed and not have to worry about the particulars. So he flipped their position to where he was pegging him. He landed a smack on his ass. That made his ass jiggle in such a hypnotizing way that he landed a few more as he was working on breeding him into submission. Each time that his hips met his pelvis, his balls colliding against his thighs… an ideal cock warmer, a warmer that can keep his seed inside for hours on end is ideal. 

Seeing his eyes look so delicate and soft… it made him tear up a little. It reminded him of himself, a little. In a less lecherous way though. A shame though, that they would miss dinner. He wanted to at least treat his new lover and explain to Flayn that… well, no, that might be way too soon. His darling Flayn would be utterly destroyed if she learned that the man that he ranted and raved on about would be her new parent.

Gripping onto the desk, Sylvain’s expression was unreadable, blubbering as he was, his cock rubbing against wood. Wrecking someone like this has been a rarity ever since his days of marriage, so this was a welcome experience. Each shot of cum that he administered was timed to when Sylvain did the same. How long had they been here? He wasn’t focused on time. He was focused on breeding. The blessed purpose of a Nabatean. Having a son would be nice, as he felt that there were difficulties in caring for Flayn. It would have been better if her mother was around, yet since they weren’t fortunate for that, he would have to make due to an attempt to be the mother that she so missed.

Peeking over to check in on his partner, he was completely gone. His eyes were rolled into the back of his head, even more so than previous, and his yelling and screaming were slowly dying down into nothingness as if he was going to lose his entire voice and go mute… He grunts as he releases once again. 

“Seteth! Aaaahn… Seteth…!!” Sylvain cries out, as he finally was hitting another quick orgasm. It made the archbishop’s right hand remember that humans weren’t the type to cum multiple times, unless on aphrodisiacs or something akin to that.

His exhaustion was catching up with him. Getting older wasn’t what it cracked up to be. He scooped his lover up and he took him into his cushy, plush seat. He had stroked lovingly through his hair, bringing him down from the proverbial high that he was having. Both of them were panting, catching their breath. Sex was pleasurable, though he knew that it wasn’t all that easy to maintain it. Seteth really needs to figure out how to further his breeding skills in case Sylvain wasn’t bearing a clutch of his eggs. He would be fine if it was the former… yet if there was the latter…

Well, he supposed he would have to help him with the joys of egg laying. 

Seeing him cling onto his chest desperately, it was rather precious. Him mumbling his name over and over was enough to make Seteth break out into a small smile. He had grunted though, as he attempted to keep Sylvain in his arms while getting an anal plug to make sure his cum was remaining inside of him. When it came to gestating eggs, he rather would keep the potential future child in rather than out. Smoothing his hair, he kissed his forehead lovingly. It was a miracle that nobody came by. The goddess had mysterious ways of working. Not only that, what helped entirely was Sylvain drinking up his milk more. Even after this whole breeding session, he was attached to his nipple.

The office was a disaster zone, though. That very much was true, as papers were all scattered all on the floor. Ink splattered the tile ahead of them, and there was shattered glass around. Anyone who knew of Seteth knew the meticulous and proper man that he was. He would have to insist that Sylvain help… after he recovered. It looked like he would be out for a long while and he wouldn’t blame him. Gratefully, the seat that he had was of the finest leather, and the cushions were plenty cushy. There was also a relatively medium sized sofa near the door as well, and they could sleep there for a bit before grabbing a bite to eat.

He sighs, shaking his head. “I guess I’ll have to deal with the consequences if someone sees you in a towel. What a predicament. How lucky you are, Sylvain. You don’t have to lift any of your fingers for this.”

“It’s not like I can’t hear you… Have some mercy at least, Seteth, dear!” Popping off his nipple, Sylvain scrambled onto his lap and cuddled up against him. 

Twirling his hair, Seteth narrows his eyes at him. “You do realize you were the one who wanted my eggs. You should have expected a rodeo when you requested this.”

“Look, I didn’t expect you to be a hot Nabatean DILF.”

“DILF?”

“It means dad that I like to fuck~”

“You’re so incorrigible.” 

“Whatever you say, babe. You’ll have to carry me to the baths either way. Unless you live in your room.” The redhead teases, much to the chagrin of the Nabatean. Bruises were already beginning to form on areas that Seteth has bitten.

Seteth pinches at his cheek. “I’m not that uncivilized. Let’s rest here before we head on out. I have some spare clothes of mine that I can change into.”   
  
“Wha… unfair!! You should have told me that! I don’t have any extra with me!” Sylvain got huffy, practically squeezing at his chest.

Silence settled into the room, though not long, as Seteth burst into laughter. “Well, it looks like I’ve bested you Gautier. In more ways than one.”

Folding his arms, he had grumbled a little before he had given him a kiss on the lips. Unlike those earlier kisses, filled with heat and hunger for dominance, this was a much more loving and compassionate side of him. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, Seteth. I’ve got plenty of tricks up my sleeve.”

“Oh I know, Sylvain. As you said, we’re both liars, in a sense. You’re just the better one out of us two… possibly.”

Since they stopped having sex, they were getting very much colder. Sex was, in all regards, a physical activity. Just like fighting in a battle. Seteth wouldn’t want to get cum all over his nice new blanket, so he had moved his lover aside as he was searching for a towel. His ass bent over and vulnerable… and a smack was landed directly onto his ass and he heard giggling behind him. He ignored it but grunted as he received his spanking willingly. It wasn’t like he hated it or didn’t ask for it, though being naked and being in front of Sylvain, almost inviting him to do this. There were two white, fluffy towels, with a small heating pad underneath that was powered with fire magic, which helped to make the towels warm. He threw one at Sylvain’s face.

“Thank you, Seteth.” Sylvain remarks, working on cleaning himself off, letting himself be the recipient to a kiss. 

Seteth too joined to tending to his hygiene. “You’re quite welcome, Sylvain. Would you like me to make dinner for you tonight after we sleep a bit?” 

“...Yeah. That sounds wonderful. I love you, Seteth...”

“I love you too, Sylvain.”

Taking him in his arms, he took him towards the sofa and had him lay there, after setting both towels aside, making sure his head was resting on the pillow. He went back to the storage box near the corner of the room and retrieved his blanket, a very large quilt like one, a mint green one with cream patterning of the Crest of Cichol on there. Snuggling up with him afterwards, he made sure Sylvain was the little spoon and sincerely comfy, it allowed Seteth’s mind to wander. He never expected for this to happen, but now? He was happy it did. It opened his eyes up to a new world that he could explore at his own leisure. Relationships take time to blossom and flourish, and perhaps this one might last. He hoped so, at the very least. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and then the raindrops were skirting down the window pane. A lullaby to sleep to, to forget about outside of the office and be themselves.

**Author's Note:**

> Thank you for reading!! It's something I wanted to try out and I'm happy to indulge in some rareships, too.
> 
> I also have an 18+ Twitter, [right here](https://twitter.com/PeachesofThicc)! Feel free to follow and support me there as well. <3


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